The Pacifist Who Could End the World (RWBY X Male Reader)

Chapter 11 - This Means War

Turning my coffee, an uneasy silence echoed throughout the dorm room as I tapped my spoon against the cup. 

"Sister, sister, it appears our brother still does not trust us even after this summer destruction."

"Summer break." I return with a glare. "Will you stop calling me that?"

"Calling you what?" Ivy entitles reading one of Blake's books.

"I am not your brother," I claim, taking the book from her. 

Iris pouts ever so slightly, crossing her arms. "I am frustrated you believe that. We may not share anything blood wise, but we were all brought up in the labs. You are family tied by destiny."

Standing up, I threw the book aside, staring out the window. "I suppose you feel that way about the others?"

"About that..." Iris muttered, poking her fingers. "All of them have tried killing us."

"Why am I not surprised?!" I laugh. "If I wasn't so hasty, I might have considered the idea too."

"Anger is just, well, she doesn't like others. Depression is on her own mission and won't listen to anyone and Bargaining. Well, he's in the middle of a contract right now."

"Yeah, I picked that up pretty quickly. So he's under orders from Roman Torchwick, yeah?"

Ivy tilted her head lost. "I do not recall the master being male... Did we mess up again, sister?"

"No, no. You're right; we never got a good look into the matter. But this Roman Torchwick isn't his master."

Rubbing my face, I sighed. "Great, that's something else to worry about. Speaking of which, when are you going to leave?"

"You do not want us around?"

"I never wanted to see you two in the first place." I coldly state, gulping my coffee down. "After the Bargaining incident, no one trusts you. You're lucky I haven't just handed you over to Ozpin yet."

"You wouldn't do that. We're family." Iris claims.

"Again with the family bullshit," I mutter, rolling my eyes and looking at my watch. "I'm going to get something to eat. Are you coming?"

"Oh, of course, we are quite fond of those little cheese beverages."

"Cheese sticks?"

"Yes, yes. Cheese sticks."

Walking out of the dorm, I began walking backwards, hands in my pockets. "Tomorrow is the new semester. I expect you to be gone by then."

"That's so mean; we have nowhere else to go."

"I miss the part where that's my problem, deary." I snap, standing in front of the door and taking a deep breath. "I hope there's some decent grub still left over."

Opening the door, a watermelon roars through, smashing into me. Flying back into the wall, I fell down dazed. Then, looking up, I saw Nora with her hammer out, eyes widened. "Oh, God..."

Pulling myself up, I walked in, horrified by the mess hall being turned into a warzone. I had just stepped into the mother of all food fights. Holding my head in dismay, I saw the mess crying out. "No... No, no! What have you all done?! Do you know how long this will take to clean up?!"

Catching a chicken leg being thrown at me, I looked to have found Jaune was the one who threw it. "Oh no..."

"Y/N! Reinforcements have arrived; we're outmanned, outgunned and outmatched. We need you on the battlefield, sir!" Ruby ordered, saluting me.